"I'll give you the cloak."

Harry took off his cloak and smiled shyly.

Cyrus never dreamed that he was still thinking about the three Deathly Hallows the previous second, and the next second, Harry came over with the last Deathly Hallows.

"You want to give me this cloak?" Cyrus asked through the round glasses on Harry's face, "But why?"

"When we were in the Department of Mysteries, Professor Dumbledore told me to come to you with my cloak, saying that maybe I could help. But Voldemort escaped before I could get there," said Harry.

As soon as he returned to Hogwarts, he rushed to the castle just to get the cloak.

Cyrus also figured it out. It was probably because Dumbledore saw that Voldemort was carrying two Deathly Hallows, so he thought that if he had three Deathly Hallows, he might be able to repel Voldemort.

"Although Voldemort finally escaped, I think I can still give you the cloak first. You can use it next time." Harry smiled a little embarrassedly, "You don't have to give it back to me. I haven't given you a Christmas present yet."

He almost forced the cloak into Cyrus's hands. The back of the cloak was silver and sparkled as if it was inlaid with diamonds. Holding it in his hand felt like holding silver liquid, cold.

"But you probably don't know the secret of this invisibility cloak yet, Harry." Cyrus felt a little guilty. The gifts he gave to Harry were not that valuable, let alone compared with the Deathly Hallows.

And when he was resurrected, he even wanted to steal the invisibility cloak and leave! "This is a treasure that cannot be exchanged for any amount of money!"

"Of course, because this is what my parents left for me!" Harry nodded seriously, but his answer made Cyrus speechless.

Cyrus originally wanted to tell Harry that this was not an ordinary cloak, but a Deathly Hallows, a cloak that even the God of Death could not do anything about. However, after hearing Harry's answer, Cyrus realized that these had never been important to Harry. What was important were the feelings and intentions.

"My father and mother were fighting against Voldemort when they were alive..." Harry walked to Cyrus' side and sat next to the carriage, lowering his head and saying, "Voldemort killed them..."

"Since I received the letter from Hogwarts, countless people have told me that I am the Boy-Who-Lived and that I defeated the You-Know-Who. But in fact, I know nothing about this and am no match for him.

"I always wait for others to help and let others rescue me, so I think, I am not that amazing person, but you are!"

Having said that, Harry raised his head seriously, and looked at Cyrus with his beautiful eyes, as if he was looking at the sun emitting light and heat.

"You defeated Voldemort three times. You are the one who can truly destroy him!"

"If Mom and Dad knew that I gave the cloak to you, they would be happy, because I believe you will completely destroy Voldemort!" Harry said seriously, "And you saved my life. Sirius also supports me."

Sirius was indeed a black sheep.

Cyrus thought to himself that the boy didn't care even if he squandered all his family's wealth. Of course, since Bella took back her last name, Sirius was no longer the first heir of the Black family.

Although he is a male, he was ultimately removed from the family tree.

"Thank you, Harry." Cyrus took the cloak, folded it and placed it beside him, then said, "But I still want to tell you about the cloak. This is not an ordinary cloak, but a Deathly Hallows."

"The Deathly Hallows?"

Cyrus then told Harry the story of Death and the three brothers, and mentioned the current whereabouts of the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone.

"The Elder Wand is in Dumbledore's hands now, and the Resurrection Stone is in my hands now." Cyrus said, "But after Voldemort used the power of time to go back to the past, he must have changed a lot of history. He took back most of his soul, took back the Resurrection Stone, defeated Dumbledore at a certain point in time, and got the Elder Wand...

"Of course, after I defeat him, the ownership of the wand should belong to me."

Harry listened to the whole story in amazement.

He marveled at the power of the Elder Wand, but what excited him most was the legend of the Resurrection Stone.

"Can the Resurrection Stone really bring the dead back to life?"

If it's true, then his parents...

"I know what you're thinking, Harry." Cyrus took out the Resurrection Stone. The stone was prismatic and looked very much like obsidian. The symbol of death was engraved in the center of the stone.

He placed the stone in Harry's palm, and the cold temperature of the Resurrection Stone made Harry shiver.

"Remember the legendary Cadmus who tried to resurrect his lover?" Cyrus reminded, "Using the Resurrection Stone cannot really resurrect the dead. In fact, Dumbledore and Grindelwald once planned to use this thing to create a large number of Inferi."

Harry didn't expect Dumbledore to have such a past, but at the moment his mind couldn't think about it. He just asked eagerly, trying to find a way to refute Cyrus -

"But Voldemort has risen!"

"Really? Did he come back to life, or did he never die in the first place?" Cyrus asked with a raised eyebrow. "I injured Voldemort, so I can see it more clearly. His body is no longer a human body. After Gryffindor's sword cut him, his wound stopped bleeding."

At this point, Cyrus couldn't help but feel that he and Voldemort were two completely different extremes.

Voldemort's current body was created by the Resurrection Stone, as if it were a more powerful and advanced Inferi; while Cyrus' body was formed by the huge life of the Philosopher's Stone.

Life and Death…

Cyrus thought deeply. It seemed like all this was a mockery of fate.

When Harry heard Cyrus' question, he felt as if he was surrounded by ice. He lowered his head, his eyes flashing with guilt, regret and a little bit of fear - yes, Voldemort had never died in the beginning, so how could he be said to have been resurrected?

He remembered that in the Department of Mysteries, Voldemort said that he was just one of his Horcruxes, and the reason why Voldemort could not be killed was because he was still alive!

If that's the case, wouldn't it be better to just die? But speaking of death...

Harry had never thought about this before.

Of course, he had thought that he might be killed many times when he faced Voldemort, but the situation now was completely different from that time.

Killed by others, die with yourself, or - he looked up at Cyrus and sighed - killed by someone he trusted...

"Thinking about Horcruxes?"

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.

"It's written all over your face," Cyrus said with a smile. "Just like Voldemort said, you are not good at setting up defenses for your brain. I can see your heart clearly without even looking into your eyes."

Harry scratched his head a little embarrassedly.

"More than a decade ago, Voldemort made a choice after hearing the prophecy that tied your life to his. You are the only one who can break this connection!" Cyrus said this, and a plan suddenly came to his mind.

——Since Voldemort in the original book died at the hands of Harry, why not use the same method to destroy him this time?

So Cyrus looked seriously into Harry's eyes: "Are you afraid of death, Harry?"

He probably thought that Cyrus and Dumbledore really intended to kill him and then destroy Voldemort once and for all.

But he felt that no matter what, at least Cyrus would not kill him immediately.

'Perhaps they will be willing to give me a few more years, so that I can at least finish my time at Hogwarts,' he thought.

The years he spent at Hogwarts were the most dangerous, but also the happiest, time in his life.

If he really had to die, Harry wanted to go back to school, to play Quidditch, and to do something dangerous with Ron and Hermione.

At times like this, he felt that even if he was caught and punished by the professor, it would be a good memory.

Of course, being caught by Snape didn't count! Cyrus knew exactly what was going on in Harry's mind, but he certainly couldn't let Harry die. Just because this guy took out the cloak and gave it to him without hesitation, Cyrus was sure to save his life!

However, he was harboring evil intentions and deliberately did not tell Harry about his plan, but only asked him to make some preparations.

"Harry, go see Severus tonight and I will ask him to teach you Occlumency," Cyrus said softly.

"What?" Harry yelled, eyes widening.

To be honest, he didn't resist that much even when he thought he was about to die.

"Why Snape?" Harry asked, "You know the relationship between him and me! Can't you teach me yourself?"

"Of course I know, and I know more than you do," Cyrus said with a smile.

The effect of his own teaching might be better than Snape's rough way, but if so, how could Harry change his mind about Snape's past? The little bastard who joined the Death Eater preparatory class since childhood was certainly not a good person, but James Potter was also a bit of a bastard.

It's just that James changed later, while Snape almost went down the wrong path before Lily's death.

"Severus is a master of Occlumency. He used to be a spy for Dumbledore beside Voldemort, and Voldemort never discovered his flaws. You should humbly ask him for advice." Cyrus stood up and ended the conversation.

Of course, maybe there was another guest coming.

"The Resurrection Stone..." Harry handed the Resurrection Stone back, but Cyrus didn't take it.

"Take it first. I'll tell you a secret, Harry," said Cyrus. "Twist it three times and you'll see something you've always dreamed of."

"The thing you've always dreamed of?" Harry seemed to realize something, and said goodbye to Cyrus and left.

After a while, a dark shadow like a bat came over.

Severus Snape still had that dead face. Even Voldemort's half-dead body had a much richer expression on its face than him.

As soon as he came over, the two fire dragons roared. However, under the control of Cyrus, the fire dragons did not attack the strange visitor.

"Let's go inside the carriage first."

Cyrus turned and walked into the carriage with Snape.

"I took a risk to come to see you, Cyrus." Snape's voice was like a rotten quagmire when he spoke, "The Dark Lord asked me to make a potion for him to break the basilisk's poison..."

"That's what he said?"

Cyrus asked back.

That's strange.

He knew that when Gryffindor's sword slashed at Voldemort, it had indeed been enchanted by the basilisk venom, but logically speaking, the basilisk venom could not kill Voldemort in that state.

"That thing is highly corrosive, and his body will be unstable," said Snape.

Cyrus lowered his head and thought about it. It was indeed not impossible.

"What should I do?" Snape asked.

He is now serving Cyrus, so such an important matter naturally needs Cyrus' approval.

Make an antidote for Voldemort, or just poison him to death!

"Treat him wholeheartedly." Cyrus made the decision without much thought.

"Voldemort himself is also a master of potions. He is a genius in many fields. Otherwise, Glashuorn would not have liked him so much before. Even if you cheated, he would be able to see it."

"But," Snape paused, "what if I say there is no antidote?"

If poisoning doesn't work, then why not just not treat Voldemort at all?

"If his injury is not healed, how dare he show up in public?" Cyrus sneered.

Up to now, Voldemort has fallen into his hands several times. Even if he himself is not tired of it, Cyrus is tired of this guy's resurrection again and again.

In the third competition event, he must be completely killed!

Thinking this in his mind, Cyrus looked at Snape.

"Severus, I need your help in something..."

"You say."

"Teach Harry Occlumency. Make sure he learns it!"

Hearing this, Snape showed an expression of disgust and disdain on his face, as if Cyrus was asking him to touch a disgusting pile of excrement.

"Besides me, there can be other candidates..."

"Yeah, but I think you are the most suitable one." Cyrus said PUA. He felt like Dumbledore when he said these words.

So he added another sentence.

"Think of Lily's eyes..."

(End of this chapter)